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I have never lost a battle. All who resist will fall. The God of battle is what I have become. Anything is possible for me now as the world is in ever lasting fear. To save the world I shall lead this world to its ending. Once those who face me you face an unstoppable force. Ideals is something everyone has, but are never stronger than those who wish to end everything. We existed from the beginning of time, we are souls. We are never ending, if we die, we shall be reborn as something new, be it a hollow, or humans. This is the path we all walk, if we die in battle, we shall only be reborn, so there is never true death, only the loss of the person that was. When one is reborn they shall lose all memories and powers they once had in a past life. a cruel fate. Like those that died today, this fight shall end. With the cries of those who died on his side. This fallen warrior shall show his true power. Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground, collecting the tragedies still.Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind,carried my cross to the hill. Shattered hope became my guide,and grief and pain my friends a brother pact in blood-ink penned,declared my silent end. The cycle continues in an never ending battle, war, creates hell The pain comes back in an ugly design. This is how Zefonse views soul reapers and hollows, and every other race, hollows simply wanted to feed and live on there own, while soul reapers kill them without thought, there are some hollows who don't act like wild animals, but they are killed without pause, some wanted peace, but where killed when trying to do so. This ever growing annoyance. Tired of dull ages, I walk the same ground, collecting the tragedies still.Hollow ambitions in a hollow mind,carried my cross to the hill. Shattered hope became my guide,and grief and pain my friends a brother pact in blood-ink penned,declared my silent end. The goal to reach the end of everything to create peace. Even if his own Ally's get in the way, they shall vanish in time.
This rain over these fateful ruins of old, this once lush city fit for gods, now turned into and composed mostly by wetlands, deep jungles, ancient civilizations' ruins and small villages. It's a small dimension, with about the size of Rukongai. Although it is rather small, it looks big because of the amount of forests and its hard crossing. What also differs it from other dimensions is the amount of life that it has, ranging from plants, rare species and small bug-like creatures that live in tree logs and mushrooms. This homeland of gods was in the guardian beast lands, or was once, it has since then fell from grace to the human world under the sea, only a few can enter these parts since these lands are guarded by a special barrier that only a few can break past. Visiting here was like re living a bittersweet memory to the “god of battle” not only because of the tragic falling from grace the lands has suffered, but what was here he was visiting for. How Zefonse got on the island was simply how he goes everywhere, by his rifts, that only him and Allys can see. As he walked these near empty lands, he looked around, seeing craters, broken down tree’s, and even graves marked by fallen swords. These remains of battle were older than fall from grace, and some was new as well. The destroyed trees showing a long battle that took over many long days. Zefonse took a step towards one of the graves, this was one of the first that he called a Friend, ironically a Quincy known as Don, the only Quincy at that time to trust Zefonse, and show him the errors of his waves. Zefonse bent over to the grave, placing his hand on the sword Don used along side his bow. It has been a long a time. Zefonse spoke differently as if talking to a old Friend soft and shaken.
“Sometimes I hear you calling, Don..From some lost and distant shore. I guess it been some time, since I came to visit eh?”
Zefonse tone shifted while still shaken, it started to become even more warm towards Don. But he didn’t linger on Don grave, he moved towards two more graves, two more Friends that have died in his life. They never gave there names, Zefonse called them Rya-tō and Hai-baku. How they battled made Zefonse happy, so full of life and different towards everything, using tactics of fire and ice, they where friends bound in honor and respect. But they died along side Don in the same fateful war. To think that one fateful blast can end so many lives. Flashing back to that day, that blast that claimed there lives was equal to a 100 megaton nuke going off at close range. Instead of dying in fear, they welcomed death as a old friend and shielded everyone else from the blast at the cost of there own lives. The twins did had something to ask Zefonse what path did he walk? His words to them now so full of regret.
“I tried to walk together in the path you have made.. But the path was growing dark... I thought you all were beside me..... But I reached out and you all were gone. This path I walk, I fear it, I fear myself, the darkness I must play... Just for the sake of the peace he once held dear. I just wish you all were besides me again.... Just for someone to stop me from being less than human.”
Zefonse wasn’t acting like himself, not his normal, indifferent, and rarely shows any emotions other than slight annoyance or dissatisfaction on certain subjects. Having the ambition to walk the path of villain for the sake of a villain, he desires to become stronger for that purpose, so he can face everyone as long as he can keep up. Zefonse is normally willing to do whatever it takes to accomplish his goal, even if it means lying to his followers and using people as bait for the outcome he desires. However, he has trouble putting those he is close to in harms way for the sake of his goal, which is a weakness as the Phoenix king. but a remnant of his humanity and sanity. Gradually, however, he has come to embrace the fact that he has to destroy before reconstruction can occur. Now this side of Zefonse he only shows to his friends, since he must keep up this path for the sake of the peace they dreamed of. Zefonse stood up, and started to walk once more. This time to a different grave, a grave unlike the others, this one was different marked by large pillars, and chains hooking up to it. Zefonse eyes to this grave were far darker than anything, as if full of rage, but he wasn’t mad, he was rather annoyed visiting this grave. The Grave of his cero espada, his former leader.
“And you Kami”
Kami, the cero espada who murdered, killed, and started so many wars, was once Zefonse former leader, in the original espada. The darkness that still loomed over the grave even after his death was far greater than any war before and since. Zefonse looked at it. Why did he bother visiting this grave, and why did he make it, as a reminder. a reminder that Zefonse could of been like Kami. Zefosne was about to speak more, when he felt something off elsewhere. Was someone else here in this once holy of lands. Mistral it has been a long time since he entered there, that once great capital of this land and its largest city. It's composed of white stone buildings that are build over a mountain. The city walls were 50m tall, but after the city fell, only parts of it remain. To enter such a place is known as a right of passage for Guardian beast. But now as these shackles and ruins of old, took over all this land, and been grated a form of peace free from war, but at the cost of everyone life that lived here. Zefonse shifted his vison towards the place where Mistral once stood, how long has it really been? Since that war he was in? It felt like a lifetime.... A lifetime that took eons of suffering and sadness, how many died? How many did his Friends and Allys died in vein? The city went into flames so long ago, and the war dragged on for eons, this war of beast, Hollow and man that had fought so long. But now no one can remember such a event since it has escape the memory of the people today, who cared not to learn form the pains of the past. All these new Terrors that existed today, are mere shadows compared to the war.
He watch the city burn down in battle. But now these dreams are like ashes floating away. The voices he that can never be heard again. To his memory now...Only silence Remains. Zefonse walk towards the city slowly, thinking about what happened, to this point, so much death and lost... but what was the drive Zefonse used to keep moving? The ever calming wind of this ruined city felt, nice, simple, relaxing, as if telling Zefonse to rest. At these times Zefonse would like to think back on his past. How he came to be this type of person.
In short Zefonse past self, was insane, The very aspect of madness, the original second espada from over 20,000 years ago. He was so insane. He earned the title of ""Crazed destroyer" In terms of character, Zefonse was maniacal, short-tempered, destructive, and cruel. He is completely insane with no regard for human life, and he, in fact, finds amusement in the suffering and death of others. He tends to crack dark jokes at times, also sometimes breaking out into hysterical laughter upon causing death, destruction, and mayhem, and possesses a hatred of virtually everything in the world; Zefonse's only joy in life comes from causing death and chaos wherever he can. What begins as simply a disregard and indifference to human life develops into a sinister nihilism. He turned the third espada of his time into is follower, by destroying the third espada own powers. And sent every day up to the point where Zefonse left, taunting the once graceful espada.
Then he got bored with it all, killing humans, fighting, everything, became dull The world was grey, he was just a mere tool for chaos. He just left it all. Tried to find himself, not before killing the former 3rd espada. He looked at all the worlds, explored them all. Found no enjoyment. Till he saved the life of a Quincy, for no reason, he held no more hate any race. It felt strange. Unnecessary, but it helped him found the enjoyment of the world. He found beauty in this once dull world. Beauty, thought lost. He had a reason to live now, to help people he once killed. The years after where filled with harder and harder fights. year after year, stronger, and stronger forces came down on Zefonse. To think he was so weak back then. These friends he had, were the best thing he gained in his new life. But then it happened that war..... A war so great it claimed the life of so many, changed Zefonse once more. But how he became the “God Of Battle”. One day, the news of his feet reached years of a guardian beast the God of battle. It came after Zefonse, wanting to test his skills. The battle was long, nearly impossible, seven days. Endless wounds. Endless blood, everywhere. But in the end Zefonse won, and gained the title of God of Battle from then on, and was respected to the guardian beast. News of this soon spread to The Kokuryuteshi, They had arisen out of the shambles of what was left Ender's army in what is now known as "The Kokuryuteshi's Realm". It was a small, rouge group of people without a cause at first, but it grew into something bigger as Kin's determination to change the way things ran in both the human world and Soul Society. He was asked to visit there leader Kin.
The Kokuryuteshi's goals is to bring about wishes, within reason, to those who are among their ranks. Rather it be wealth, power, love or anything else have you, if it's physically possible, they will try to attain it for you. If they cannot fulfill said wish, you are eligible for three wishes to make up for the wish they could not promise. Zefonse wish was simple, peace, between everything, thou any means. He was promised it was possible. And placed his trust and full loyalty into kin from then on. He raised to the rank of Diamond Cross commander shortly after. But he grew tried of Kin methods, risking so much life, then it happened. Nagato a foolish King of a powerful organisation..The Rinyūaru, his methods Zefosne didn’t like, but he refused to kill... till he heard the man dream for himself. To create a weapon so great it would install fear on all, and stop war, but killing thousands, granting a short term peace... Then use it again every time tries to fight, battle, even if everyone else did nothing, millions shall die. Zefonse lost it, and murdered Nagato.... took over, reformed the Rinyūaru in his own image. But now as Zefonse found himself on this island of ages past, to figure out if there was someone here, or was it his age.... The cruse of living so long, is the amount of inner pain one gathers, the pain to learn, the pain of sadness, the pain of death, the pain of battle, the pain of war.... so many kinds of pain.... and he took them all on.... As he himself is lost on the path he has chosen, as on the inside Zefonse was truly near dead, a mere ghost, unable to love, or be loved, or so he thinks... so many battles. So many students, who shall die in time, while he watches thou the glass of time. This empty glass all alone, battling for a future that may never come. But recently his co-head Alex, a strange person in his own right. Was capture, the ordeal of leaving his place just for a few to clear up his mind, and visit a few fallen friends.
The darkness he had inside him.... the ghost he became, this shell of a once insane man, now turned into a ideal leader....But what does the future hold? Does it hold high hope to others? Does in it end in fires of a selfless war. As you become stronger, it becomes important To judge what you use your power for ,your very own. Brandish it—once you get everything through fear...don’t make a mistake. The core of a prayer is just an egoist isn't that true? Devoured in that moment, a dangerous desire of the Dark Side. Just as now, a time to be tested . A destroyer can becomes a protector, controling with that wish. To now tame it If you immerse your body in ,that ancient power, the mission is about devouring or being devoured. The same method, as usual, will someday, think about it. Be it threatened; confusion; and what after that? Don’t run away. It’s all or nothing; the last resort; a time to test; risk the danger. if you’re going to challenge. Even if it’s faint, there is light. Even if it’s an uncontrollable reality, there’s a chance so don’t miss it. Protect strongly, steadily, the wishes and dreams in your heart. Don’t lose sight of the future you’re heading to....
The city seemed empty as normal.... no life in its walls, that once stood strong in the past.... The remain of destroyed buildings, battle scars, and even then.... safe from war now.. Free from the senseless battles, the deaths of all.. Yet it needed life.... Zefonse had a Idea once to bring people here to show them this land, so they can use it for a safe heaven. But they would use it to create warriors, people born to fight, and kill...but there is a slight chance it might be used for peace., but knowing how people today act, they would make it for war again, and his Friends deaths would be in vein once more. But the time might need to come to use this land once more.... for war or peace.....
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Let me tell you a story. It's not an old story, by any stretch of the world, but still one worth hearing about, I assure you. Once upon a time, there was a young Quincy, full of foolish pride, and blind to the world. But when he finally opened his eyes, he saw what reality was. Destruction, death, senseless slaughter. All he saw was death, everywhere, in the past, in the future. But this boy was different. He did not go mad from the revelation. Nor did he become indifferent, like all other humans around his age. Instead, he became able to see the other side of the coin.
Everyone has dreams. Be they small or big, selfish or not - wonderful dreams, peaceful dreams. Dreams that will never come true, wishes unfilfulled. Painting the world in a bleak grey and brown, a dull mask of what could be. And that was what the boy now saw. The boy thus became not just a man. Instead, he became the conduit of their dreams. The protector of their hope. Whereever he stood, the light of all that was good in the world banished the evil. Demon and human alike saw him as what he had longed to become. A Hero. A hero that fights for peace. That was him - Johnathan Walker, the other presence in Mistral City. But what is a hero, and what is a villain? Are they that different? No, they are not. The only difference is how they see what they must destroy. The villain forgets for his 'higher goal'. The true hero, on the other hand, remembers every single face, and knows that once his goal is reached, and peace exists - that he will no longer be needed. That he will be the sinner, the devil. No hero truely wants peace because of that - usually. But Johnathan was different.
As a Quincy, he was a born destroyer. Yet his power created. He remembered every single face, and was ready to cast himself into oblivion once true peace existed. The one to paint the bleak grey over with lush colors, freedom, and dreams, the conduit of hope and good. A confident fellow, that he was indeed - but you had to be confident to win in this world. He had pride - because he was a Quincy, and their pride was all that people would still remember once his people died out. No illusions were left in his mind - even with his own daughter on and about, their race was still dwindling, and would never fully recover.
So there he was in Mistral City. A ruin of an ancient war... Far older than him, that was clear. That ancient war, which had taken so many lives - for what purpose? Who fought here? He would never know. Their dreams had died with them, no conduit to carry them onwards - or so it seemed. But Walker had felt the presence close that carried those wishes for some time now - and it made him smile a bit. Inside of his head, his spirit slightly chuckled - Shironeko was happy as well.
He was deep in the city - in a sanctum which plant life and some animals had taken back, a half-broken cathedral. The statue of the goddess which had once been praised here was broken in the middle, but oddly enough, still intact - almost as if it was alive. Vines were growing over it a bit, like a distorted dress - and raindrops and a small puddle made it look like the statue was constantly crying. While Johnathan didn't know this, it was a statue of the legendary Guardian Beast - the firstborn. Aura, goddess of life, and Hope of Dawn.
In this cathedral of light, he was sitting down on a white, beautiful, yet simplistic chair - right infront of a wondrous, black piano. Both of these objects were far too young to have been here before - clearly something this Quincy had brought with him. His fingers danced across the keys - a beautiful melody filling the air. [Yes, he's playing the posting music!]
All around him, clear light danced. Falling through the partially broken and run-down roof, it looked divine instead of sad now - and shades slowly manifested. If Zefonse looked inside now, he would not believe his eyes for sure. A man he believed dead, playing a tune that wrenched deep into the heart... And surrounded by his friends. The will of every single one of them... It was still here. Shades, barely visible - if you focused your eye on one, it disappeared into nothingness. A man holding a bow and a broken sword. Twins, holding hands. A dark and looming figure in the shadow behind the light. They all looked upon him, listened. Their will, it became visible - a perfect dream. The dream...
To meet the ones you love once more. And now, a quiet, beautiful voice became heard - the rarely touched singing voice of Johnathan Walker. Like his normal voice, it wasn't especially deep, but very soft. The middle range made it perfect for the soothing melody, but he only sung as the song was now nearing it's end. [around the 2:10 mark!] But it was not only his own voice... Or was it? Something was ‘behind’ or ‘around’ his voice, like the voice of a thousand people singing in perfect unity, while still sounding like only one man. "Follow as the time flows in everlasting waves... Hold onto the dream you had every day - See the stars that are so far away... Trust me, come with me, Into the waning day..."
This melody and song... Aimed at reaching what they always wished for. Heading for their new tomorrow, this was 'To Paradise', the last song of glory for the fallen, and the song of hope for those remaining. [Posting music STOP here!]
Slowly, his eyes changed from looking onto the blank sheets above the keys of the piano - he was playing this song from heart instead of paper - he looked towards the entrance. //Zefonse... Can you hear us?// \\This... is our story, old man. Let’s write it together... You’re not alone.\\
Now, he stood up. Slowly, the chair he had been sitting on, as well as the piano, crumbled - but not in an ugly, dusty kind of way. Instead, they splintered off into glittering, beautiful reishi and energy, filling this hall of memory and reunion with their light. The mirages, the will of the past, still surrounded the Quincy, even as he moved towards the tall man that he wanted to meet up with again for weeks by now. “It’s good to see you again, Zefonse.” Instead of the usual smirk, a true smile was on the face of the Ziamichi - besides him, out of light and air, the shape of Shironeko, the giant cat-spirit inside of him, manifested, giving her own, cat-like smile to the Arrancar. “Heh... I hate to say it, but I was right once more. You’re a good person at heart. And finally, you’re acting on it again.” The Quincy, of course, had to make a remark on his old observation. But Zefonse... didn’t seem as calm as usual. “You know, it’s not easy to find you. But in the end... Those guys found me, instead. Their will... It called me here. Their dreams, all of them are inside of you, ‘God of Battle’. I don’t know where our ‘will’ goes when we die... But wherever the will of these guys went, it’s still watching you from there, and it’s all around you as well. It’s hard to see, even for me, who can see dreams freely... But it’s definitely there. Like a bright light of hope surrounding you. I don’t know what you did lately, but you’ve changed a bit.” Still smiling, Johnathan raised his right hand - opened towards Zefonse, the gesture for a handshake. There was no single sign of hostility - although in their last meeting, they had both been using their powers to do battle. But now, the ‘dead’ Johnathan Walker stood right in front of the former Espada.
As Zefonse walked towards the city, he looked around. The cold damp ruins of old. The twisted plant life, the thick vines laying everywhere, not a soul in sight. Yet this presence so familiar, but how can it be? That presence was silenced a year ago, in Cairo to a certain Quincy. What was his name? Johnathan Walker? He was powerful, and extremely skilled in the art of combat, but there battle was more of a battle of ideals, to think back them, there was someone like him. Able to push Zefonse into his highest state yet still be a threat with sheer ideals and skill. But it was cut short. Johnathan died, and he was buried and was all forgotten, his ideals and skill left a impact on Zefonse himself. It open Zefonse eyes to the curl nature of Kin. He was blind to it, due to the racist views of the world because of his race. Yet this man saw some light in him? But why did this power seem like that mans power? This was troubling Zefonse, but as he walked into the city. He looked around, water dripping down the walls, flowers bloomed everywhere in sight, yet it seems so hallowed with tragedies of the war.
As he stepped past a fountain, its water long since stopped, only a tree breaches breaking forth under the once beautiful fountain. How long has it really been since the war? So long that it was like a dream no one can remember, but those who where in the heat of battle knew the real terror of this world. The terror of all the worlds evil in a single form, who mere shadow creates beings like Kami look like mere mooks ready to be killed by the dozen. Those that survived the war, are called “Heroes” or just people Lucky enough to live this long. Compared to everything now, the evil of that war is still far greater than anyone can believe today. Zefonse a veteran of war returning to one of the many battlefields he been to in that war. Zefonse eyes narrowed towards the deep city - in the sanctum which plant life and some animals had taken back, a half-broken cathedral. The sound in the air music? What was playing music out here of all places. Zefonse moved towards the cathedral. As he neared, he noticed something inside. Impossible , this man was dead.... He buried him in the sands of Cairo! A man holding a bow and a broken sword. Twins, holding hands. A dark and looming figure in the shadow behind the light. Mere shades of the past itself. What is happening how is Johnathan Alive....and was singing?
This melody and song...what was his goal...It stopped now. What was this voices? //Zefonse... Can you hear us?// \This... is our story, old man. Let’s write it together... You’re not alone.\ What..... but how.... where they talking, the memories of the past? or where they always watching, trying to push him to the correct path all along? How ironic... The man he tried battle no more than a year ago, only to “win” form his false death. Is standing before him, was this a trap? No, no hostile movement, Zefonse did not feel the need to ready his blade one more time. But he felt like listening now. Since Johnathan seemed to be more in the mood to talk, and not in the mood to cut Zefonse into three again. How strange can this life can get? “It’s good to see you again, Zefonse.” He heard John say. Then a large cat appeared, it must be the Ziamachi soul he felt, when battling John, and it smiled, strange creature. “Heh... I hate to say it, but I was right once more. You’re a good person at heart. And finally, you’re acting on it again.” Well at lest he kept the smart attitude from the last time they met.
John’s little speech made Zefonse flash back for just a moment. To the past with Don, and the twins before there final battle in the war. The night was fresh, the smell of iron and grass was in the air, fresh rain was all over the city that night. Zefonse back then was a lot weaker, and acted more like a hot head then anything, but it was here he was starting to change into who he was today. Don was finishing a fire and gathering supplies for the upcoming battle. The twins outside standing guard, all the while Zefonse readying his blades, and making sure everyone was ready in the morning, the size of there army was over a mere three thousand, they started with forty thousand soldiers last week. And lost a lot of good fighters in the battles that happened before. And it might be another month before more come, but they didn’t this would of been there own final battle. As Zefonse was finishing up his blades, Don came up and sat next to Zefonse. Who was sitting next to Aura statue. Back then it gave hope to many. Don started to talk. His voice was rough yet gentle, tried, yet hopeful.
“It’s definitely there. Like a bright light of hope surrounding you. I don’t know what you did lately, but you’ve changed a bit.”
Don said those same words back then, Zefonse didn’t think much of it then.But his reaction back then, was to look at Don and with tried, and battled wary eyes. And start to chuckle, and then brust into full laughter. That’s when the flash back ends, and Zeofnse laughing now, connecting the two times of then to now. Zefonse laugh was more of relief then laughing at John. Moving his hand outwards, meeting john’s, grabbing his hand, while his laughed ended. Zefonse was accepting this offer of peace, well to be more correct admit he has changed. Zefonse spoke, as if to a Friend.
“Johnathan Walker, You are right, I have change, lets bury the shadows of the past, and help build the light for the future.
As their hands met now, so did their souls. In this run-down, broken cathedral of an empire long since gone... Johnathan Walker and Zefonse Kaizme. Like night and day, one wouldn't look at the hero of true light or the crazed destroyer and instantly think them to be the perfect opposite of the other - when in fact, they were. Since their first meeting in Kairo, both John and his second self, Shironeko, had known it - they were only one step away from being just like Zefonse. Each hero had the danger of falling into that deep hole - to lose oneself, and the own way. But now, Zefonse felt so much more... at ease. Instead of fighting, instead of hatred - there was peace between the two.
As the crazed destroyer found his happy laughter again, a bright smirk erupted onto Johnathans own face. The shadows of the past that the ages old dreams of his building had summoned were gone now - but their 'will' had embedded itself deep into the heart of the Arrancar. Figuratively speaking, of course - Arrancar weren't particularly well known for having hearts. Although... Zefonse was a master at breaking the norm, wasn't he? "Glad to hear that. Honestly, as awesome as I am, I wouldn't want to have to fight you again to prove a point." That was about the highest grade of appreciation for another warrior one could expect from Johnathan - not even Shadin would've recieved such a compliment anytime soon. If there was one person able to match the Quincy-Ziamichi, in his own opinion at least, then it was this 'god of battle'. The spark of the bright eyes Johnathan had was a lot... happier than back in Kairo, obviously. It wasn't a big surprise - considering he had already technicially 'died' when he engaged Zefonse there. Thank god for surviving the impossible - around three times one after another that day. In some ways, he had even surprised himself - although coming back from the dead wasn't TOO hard when you had the ability to reconstruct most of your body.
Shaking hands with his former enemy was... weird, but a very welcome sensation. Johnathan practicially felt the former feelings disappear - after all, he had seen what nobody else could see. He and Zefonse here, they weren't all that different. In fact, only one thing seperated John from being like the god of battle... John had never lost that closest to his heart. That was why, he was a hero standing in pure light - and Zefonse a hero in the shadows. But in the end, when it all counted down to the ultimate question... Neither of them would hesitate to make the sacrifices needed for a perfect, peaceful world. Because they still had the will to go on. Their strength was not only in combat - but in willpower. "The future... Good to see you finally working towards something awesome like that." Johnathan's voice was filled with his usual friendly confidence still, but in no way did he ever seem unfriendly. "Everyone makes mistakes. That your latest mistake was to work with a maniac that wants to bring every known and unknown dimension under his rule... Well, sometimes mistakes are bigger, eh?" A small wink from one of his eyes with an added jab at Zefonse's latest alligience.
As their hands seperated from the handshake though, Shironeko spoke - directly in the minds of both of them, obviously, as she was unable to 'speak' in any real sense. //Well, now that you two have finished your male bonding ritual...// Whoever said once that cats had the snark in them - he or she was right. //A simple question, Zefonse. You've known this place for far longer than we have, right? Then you'll know what this inscribtion means. We saw it minutes before you arrived.// The white cat with the large wings walked over to the toppled down statue, and the base of it... A single, metal blade was connected to the formerly white stone.
//It says here... Skeith, Innis, Magus, and a few other names I can't make out. And then... 'They all, before the shadow, shall fall. The Hidden One stands behind them evermore. Watch out in the times to come, my children. Seek out the one who can tell you what has to be done. Find Zefonse.' Interesting, isn't it?// Shironeko looked back at the Arrancar, raising one of her eyebrows. Her host just sighed.
"Well... I originally inteded NOT to bring this up right away. But it seems like 'forging a new future' might have to start very soon, if this plate still has any bearing. And I belive it does... Otherwise, it wouldn't have started to shine like a christmas tree when we entered this cathedral." John made a slight grimace - he would've liked some more time to catch up on things with his former enemy. Like the fact that rumor had it that Zefonse had become the 'Phoenix King', or the one that his actual clan was slowly appearing... There were many things Walker did not yet know about Kaizme. "I trust you, Zefonse. I know it sounds weird, but you're one of the few people I know that I even can trust, because we have the same goal. The same drive. But I can also understand if you don't want to talk about old wounds... Even if my better half won't appreciate that." John threw a single view at Shironeko, who was still looking at the tall Arrancar. Of course, Johnathan had never heard of the hidden one...
Of Cubia, the Angra Mainyu of all life. And he also didn't know of the 'shards of Cubia' that were still lurking the worlds. However, if anyone could tell him more about it, it would be Zefonse - the only living being to have fought in the old war against him and still be alive and powerful enough to contact new allies. The one that had written this message aeons ago knew that - which was why this plate had called out to one of pure heart, like Johnathan, to join Zefonse, his former enemy, in a quest to save the worlds if need be.
Or simply in a quest to beat all demonic invasions upon earth and crush them in the meantime. Both options worked well out of the perspective of the author of the message, the goddess of life.